Catch Me If You Can

Chapter 1

Bounding down the stairs hurriedly, I could recall the dream I had had the night before. It wasn’t the first time; I have had that exact same dream multiple times throughout this month for the first time in years. I didn’t know what it meant, but I knew it couldn’t be good at all, that dream gave me night sweats whenever I had it.

I work for a big business and I do house hold chores on the side. My job has random audits so I become a perfectionist work-a-holic. I end up working myself so hard that I can't distinguish between my two jobs anymore; they blend together.

My job gave me a list of things to do that was like twelve feet long that needed to be done by the end of the day, it was impossible to do but I tried to do it anyway.

As I work in my office I realize that someone is watching me, I turn around expecting to see an auditor but I see my dad. All of a sudden I'm not in my office anymore I'm in my old dad's house. He tells me that I better do a good job with my chores or else. As I work my surroundings keep changing from my office to my dad's house. I can't shake the feeling of being watched. I turn around and I catch a short glimpse of someone moving around in my dad's backyard from a far. I look again and now the person is standing at the glass door with an ax and the person face changes from my parents, friends and a man I've never seen before.

I'm so scared that I run away to my car, I try to start it up but the cars controls are confusing. When I finally figure it out, I put the car in drive and look back at my review mirror to see the sparkle of a big blade and shadow. The sky turns a dark gray.

I wake up before anything else happens. I’m 14 and I’ve been having that dream since my dad had died. I was 5.

Leaving through my front door after grabbing my backpack, I was starting to saunter towards the bus stop slowly. All I could think of was my father and why he had to leave me like he did. Reaching the bus stop, I sat down on one of those metal seats and waited for like what seemed forever. I wanted to stay in my room, locked away from everyone for what I would hope would be forever. It never was for forever.

Seeing the bus pull up and seeing all the kids that never notice me, I sighed rather loudly before standing, swinging my backpack over my shoulder and boarding the bus.

As expected, nobody said anything. Nobody moved an inch. Like always, I just sat in the far back of the bus until we started driving.

Reaching the school after ten or twenty minutes, we all got off the bus and started heading to our classes straight away. It was boring; everything about it was completely idiotic. We did the same thing every day. Go to school, go to class, eat lunch, go back to class and go home. The only thing I enjoyed was seeinghim. Ethan Scott, the love of my life. The only thing bad about him was that he never even knew I existed. He always hung out with other girls, flirted with them and ignored me, the only person who thought well of him.

I never bothered to talk to him; he just looked right through me as if I was never even there. There wasn’t a day, or a moment I wished I had at least one real friend. Quickly pushing all of those thoughts of him and my sad life aside, I kept walking towards my last class of the day, math. I sucked at it. I had a C+ in my math class. The math teacher was a Mrs. Dunbar. She didn’t actually teach us anything useful. I sometimes even skipped that class, I was always too lazy to show up but most of the time I did anyways.

Thinking, I quickly turned away and started walking outside.

Sitting under a tree, I start listening to Ed Sheeran contently; drawing something I had seen in my dream. A tall, skinny man whose face couldn’t be seen due to the shadows being cast over his face, he was holding an axe, in my fathers’ backyard, which was overflowing with fern, and many other flowers such as white camellias and daffodils. He was just there, slowly moving around, looking in through the glass door of the house. The sky a dark gray, nothing else but darkness and that man cloud my mind and the paper I draw on.

Finishing, I look at the drawing. It scares me. I don’t know what to think of this dream and my life anymore, I wish my dad were around. He would know what to do.

Turning my drawing over, I start writing on the back of it.

Beings that once held celestial light,

Immortal spirits in glorious sight.

Now down cast and compelled to the earth.

Devouring souls incarnate in birth.

A spirit with no body in which to dwell.

Suffers tormenting dryness, in the empty swell.

They thirst for life, defect to destroy.

Human blood poisoned with joy.

They fill your veins with toxins and wastes.

Immortal ways neglected with haste.

Desires, passions, lusts and greed.

All tools of the trade, to poison the seed.

A constant flow of excess and sin.

May open a pathway for a spirit to come in.

At last a wet place, for the tormented being.

With windows to peer out of, through your eyes they’re seeing.

They seek out like spirits, with your ears and eyes.

To assist in the plan for your demise.

Common spirits with a common goal.

In an orgy of blood to defile your soul.

They soon share your senses, thoughts and such.

Defiling every part of your life they touch.

Till any value you once possessed.

Is stripped away, as you yield to death.

Then like a serpent that sheds its skin.

The demon returns to the dry places,

seeking another, to enter in.

Turning mypaper back over, I look over the drawing. I go over what I wrote on the back of this, an excerpt from A Labyrinth In Time by JT Rhyms. Looking down at my watch, forty five minutes of class left. I just decided to sleep off the last minutes of school for today. Setting my backpack down on the ground as a pillow, I laid down and set my head on top of it. I fell asleep almost immediately.

I looked innocent. But I wasn’t. I was far from it, all the things that had gone on in my life. Nobody knew that, and nobody had to know that. It’s not like anybody cared any ways.